Y Me??

We joined the YMCA. And, I've actually been going. And working out. And sweating. And having sore, sore legs that night and the next day requiring Ibuprofen. It better be worth it.
Anyway, it's always an experience at the Y. I seem to be a magnet for the weirdos, I mean, eccentrics, I mean mentally challenged, no, I really mean weirdos that frequent the place. Only, not the young, good looking ones. Oh no, I get the old and somewhat depraved ones.
Yesterday, I went to the Y. La tee da, in I go. And doing pretty good as no one talked to me in the locker room (trust me, that's a plus). I get on my elliptical machine and push, push, push myself. I was looking fierce on that machine.
As I'm in full sweat mode, watching the timer, tick, tick, tick SLOWLY down (I swear it goes slower when there's only 10 minutes left), the man in the next row in front of me stops and gets off his treadmill. Now, I wouldn't have normally noticed this, because besides watching the timer, I was seriously watching my Oprah. And no one better interrupt me and my Oprah.
Alas, it was not to be. The weirdo man stops right in front of me and looks directly up into my face (now picture this, as it requires a bit of contortion on his part because each machine has its own tv screen and I'm focused on my Oprah). And then he proceeds to say, with a big ass cheesy grin on his face "Gooooood morning! And have a GRRReat day!" I almost fell off the machine. And I think I managed to say 'heh' but it might possibly have come out as a grunt. (Thank goodness what I was thinking didn't come out. That would have wiped the grin right off his face!) I'm not entirely sure what sound I made because I was trying to hang onto the machine, watch the darned timer and I was missing Oprah. And Weirdo Man wouldn't go away until I acknowledged him. Oh, and did I mention I was the only female he graced with his friendly/disturbing presence?
Well, he moved on. I trudged on and finally I finished. Off to the showers I go.
I get into the shower, was just about to take off my towel and thwap! I get hit upside the side of my head (partly on my face) with something. "What the heckl?" I look up and see that the old woman in the stall next to me had flung her swimsuit over the top of the stall and smacked me upside the head with it. Not the worst part though. The part of her suit that I got hit with? Well, it was the soaking wet crotch! EEEEEEUUUUUUUU!
I never shampooed so thoroughly.

Rock Around the Block

At Weight Watchers, we talk a lot about different topics and we talk about anchors, those things that help us, ground us, give us some inspiration. This week, our topic was about moving more. Not being one to love exercise (shocking to learn that about me, hey?!), I liked the topic. Didn't help me figure out what exercise I will learn to like but oh well.
Anyway, to get us started, our leader gave us each a wooden block and told us that when we get stuck and don't know what to do, just put the block down, walk in a perfect square around it and then think "There, I just walked around the block. Now what can I do?"

I thought it was cute and patiently waited for my turn to pick out my block from the box.

I, of course, chose a red block. Not with an 'A' on it, unfortunately, but at least it was red.

And then.

And then, I turned it over.

At Weight Watchers.

Where I struggle with weight loss.

Where I go for support.

And this, this is what I see:

Can you believe it????!!! A pig!

I couldn't hold it in and guffawed right out loud. One big power burst "BAH HA HA HA!" And many, many giggles after that. I think I scared the poor woman next to me. I turned to her and said "I got a pig. AT WEIGHT WATCHERS!" Hee hee hee! She was not amused and scooted just a little bit further away from me.

Truly, I think if I can laugh at this, I can find laughter anywhere.

And, I guess I needed it if only to remind me not to take myself so seriously.

Girls Who Wear Glasses

C got her new glasses today. She loved Jennifer's comment of "Girls who wear glasses look cool and smart." She's been constantly reminding S of this all day long.

I loved the part where she put them on for the first time and kept saying "Mama, I can see everything! I can read all those letters way over there!" It was a source of amazement and wonder for her. And my heart was full.

Sleep My LIttle One

I love how kids sleep. They can drop off so quickly and pretty much anywhere. But how do they do it? How can kids sleep so soundly in any position? C fell asleep on the recliner and Maggie plopped herself down next to her to catch her own zzzz's. Then, I tried to wake C up, gently took off her blanket and she still slept....in the chair....feet on floor....head on chair....unbelievable! Seriously, she is STILL sleeping in this position. If I tried that, well, we'd be making an appointment with the chiropractor. And a massage therapist with a few muscle relaxers thrown in for good measure.
Ah, to be young again!

Sledding

Sledding with the kiddos is always an adventure.
Here's S on his run:

Yes, that boisterous laughter is none other than my own. Nice Mama, right?! What you don't see are the 2 dozen runs before this where he misses the bump by anywhere from 1 few inches to a foot. He gets some serious airtime on this run before he biffs it.

Winter Coat: $30

Sled: $8

Entertainment for Mom: priceless

It's Not the Same

Last week when I was gone, we had a lot of education going on here at home.
Mostly, it was the Hubster who was"'gettin' schooled".
Apparently, he heard a lot of "That's not how Mama does it" and "Mama lets us..." and "Mommy does it better than that."
While I know that, for him, it was alternatingly funny and frustrating, for me, it was good to know that I was missed.
Cause that's how this Mama rolls.

A New New Year's Tradition

I started, what I hope to become, a New Year's tradition. I made cinnamon rolls. No, not the whack the container on the counter and peel them out of the can kind, but the homemade, yummy, gooey cinnamony goodness kind. Mmmmm, they were so tasty I forget to get a picture of them but they looked a lot like the one above only mine were less, well, uniform in size shall we say.

It really wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be because I mixed them in my bread machine, let them sit in the refrigerator overnight and then baked them fresh the next morning. I found that using dental floss to cut them worked the easiest. And, because I made them with half whole wheat flour I'm claiming them as health food.

Because I can.

That's why.

It's my blog and I'm feeling sassy that's why.

:)